He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the déjà vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like? the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow ? or wanting back something you should never have given away.

Police business is a hell of a problem. It's a good deal like politics. It asks for the highest type of men, and there's nothing in it to attract the highest type of men. So we have to work with what we get.